The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Beryl's POV:

I waved my hand to bid my mother goodbye and turned on my heels to follow Arron to line up.

I garbled the cookies in my pocket and began to miss my mother even though we just parted. But I drilled the thought in my mind that it was futile dwelling on unfounded longing when we would be seeing each other soon.

My love for my mother was infinite, and no one could replace her in my heart.

Adding myself to the list as I lined up after Arron, none of us could have braced ourselves for parting from our mothers at this moment.

It wouldn't surprise me to know there were diverse beautiful and lovely children, each unique from one another, in the capital city. Just thinking about how Mommy would actually fancy other children aside from me and my brother was enough to crush my spirits. I shivered. Arron and I must keep an eye on Mommy.

I faced forward and had myself on alert. I set my eyes up front and there I saw the leader of the team-a plump she-wolf who was the picture of a kind one at that. I paid attention as she softly spoke, and it was almost as if she was easy to fool.

I busied myself munching the cookies I got while scanning the area. Everyone was participating in the game.

are you?" The teacher moved her head from one side to the other

cookies and waved my hand before

and play hide and seek with us." She waved at me

my hands. After a while, I walked

sigh as I was left with no other choice. For Arron's and my plan to work out just fine, I had to brush off the distaste that was burdening me as I forced

up the ball

me a baffled expression. She took out a handful of candies from her pocket and handed them over to me. "Here,

and I would love to share them with Arron later. The game went on with me managing to behave myself; I was able to stop myself from wincing

Arron couldn't stand how I was conducting myself anymore. He came to remind me as stealthily as he could that my acting

at the teachers, who, I just came to notice, were shooting at me with

my hand before throwing it into the bin, just as the stout teacher turned her head to

behave. If you're not going to be a good sport, then you can rest in your corner.

was an understatement! Still, I maintained an expressionless face as I walked to the resting area, propped myself on a small stool, and began counting how many candies I had in my pocket. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on

let myself get absorbed in dividing the candies evenly for Arron and me. When I counted to